This is what some jerk left for me to find:
"you think i don't have cf? you think i don't deal with this every single day? why would i read your blog if i was not someone with cf... i deal with exactly what you do. we are nearly the same age, and maybe i am more able to say things to you because i don't know you, but i'm serious when i say you complain entirely too much. every day for you is a shitfest. it shouldn't be like that. i don't cry everytime my cf gets hard. i'm not saying i dont get upset sometimes but how in the world can someone complain about their life every day. there are people out there that have it far worse than us, and you need to learn to deal a little bit better."
Honestly... Fuck you. I replied:
"Maybe you don't get this, but most of what I say is SARCASTIC. If you don't like it - don't read my blog. There are plenty of "I don't hate this disease" CF blogs... go read them.
Don't tell me how I need to deal with my CF. Writing makes me feel better, and then in my real life, I don't complain.
I don't cry every time it gets hard either. I'm in the hospital every three months or more often. Some awful shit has happened to me recently, and that's what has made me cry.
Again FUCK YOU. Go read someone else's blog."
A GIANT FUCK YOU, and please stop reading my blog, because I really don't like having to make these kinds of posts.
I feel that I am a generally happy person. My psychiatrist is amazed at how well I deal with my CF because she has seen other patients who don't deal with it well or at all. My CF is something that is hard, yes, and I write about the hard, obnoxious things because who wants to read that "Today, I sat around watching movies, and then took a nap." or, the ever popular "Today I took a nap, and then watched movies." The only variation is, "Today, I saw the doctor, took a nap and watched movies."
Who wants to read that?
So I exaggerate the bad and make it sound worse for dramatic effect. It is my creative license and I will use it however I please. Thank you bye.
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